Rise Up Angel {o}

[Madeline Lavell]

Falling, only a few minutes ago she had felt as if she were falling and now nothing but pain as if she hit the ground but she had not hit the ground nor had she fallen. yet all the same her body told her she had. With eyes shaking open wearily the dark haired woman looked around at the dark gloomy cemetery, the grave stones grey and dull, the older ones covered in moss and their decorative flowers long dead and dry. Already decomposing in the crisp night air as fog rolled in around her body.

She laid under a tree, an old oak tree whose branches reached up over her head keeping her dry from the little drops of mist falling from the sky, her hair a little damp as was the damp smelling soil. All the senses, the cool grass under her hands, the cool breeze, the smell of the nearby city. Everything was overwhelming, and then there was the smell of the city. Her nose twitched as she realized she was curled up in a fetal position, her knees and arms against the wet soil and something strange covering her skin.

Sitting up she shivered, her body hurt, her arm fell limp to her side. It was broken she could feel it but how? This strange thing on her body was annoying she wanted to take it off but something told her not to. Tugging at a white sleeves she looked over the thin white fabric and frowned. Clothes, that was what they were called or so she thought. yes clothes, humans wore clothes and so did she. Her dress was such a brilliant shade of white it seemed to glow in the silver moonlight. Her green eyes more vibrant then the grass and her dark hair like the feathers of a raven.

She was a pretty little creature, very delicate and cat like in so many ways. Her body lean and build to move quickly rather then be strong. Moving her hand over the white frilly dress she shivered and cringed a little more from the pain in her side, broken ribs. With eyes wide in fright she took a sharp breath, the night air rushing into her lungs. Where had her wings gone? She remembered having them before she came here, they were attached to her back only...how long ago had it been exactly?

'Calm young angel, your wings are deep inside safe from human sight. You need to find shelter and food. You need to recover before you can do your job. Rise up and follow the laws.' She recognized that voice, the voice she called father, king of angels. He was the guide to the guardians. His words made her calm, her muscles relaxed as she stood up. First to assess the damage, broken arm, three broken ribs, and a twisted ankle. Clothes she wore now were unsuitable for the modern public, status of location insecure and dangerous, hostile territory. She had to find neutral grounds and food.

Her mind processed in a scientific and yet instinctually way. She had no memory of who she was only what she was. An angel sent to the mortal world to protect someone or something. other then that she had no clue to her own name. Resting a hand to her forehead she stood their battered by the wind, her hair tossed around as her own name came to her like a whisper. "Madeline." Her voice was so quiet and clear that the wind nearly pulled it from her lips with a gentle tug.

Eyes shifting towards the sky she felt a little weak and hungry now. Her mind racing with so many thoughts that it baffled and frightened her. "Who...who am I? Why do I know this place, why do I see his face...his tears in the back of my mind...my...my Zander...who were you...to me?" Catching site of the angle statue standing over a grave Madeline ordered her legs to bring her closer to the grey figure, a familiar figure. She looked to its sad downcast face and muttered to herself almost hoping it would answer her. "Do you know who I am? Can anyone tell me who I am...why do I feel so...alone?"

[Rastri]

Rastri had found it strange to still be in the cemetary since night has fallen onto its spooky grounds, but creating a painting on the eerie misty land was more than enough inspiration to her minds eye. Her hand didn't leave her any choice then to get the exact colors in before they left to a darker shade.

The moon was high and all was terrible. Deciding to leave this painting to the morrow, Rastri wandered around the stone heads and guardians as her explosion of worlds dried out to be taken home without bleeding a trail.

Many have been buried here, too many still wait to join these who've been abandoned to their misery. While time steals on slowly, all that remain waste their time on jewels, pleasures, and politics. Rastri didn't understand them, she just ignored them until supper was done with. In fact, she was due home but found herself more at home at this place then where she belonged.

Her gown was less extravagant today then it had been the day before. She took to jade and brown, with only sashes of red to give her a less gloomy edge. Her top hat, small but noticable, sat on her easel; jade, brown and red with specks of gold. Her family never understood her tastes but applauded them when others gawked to its raring dare.

Picking her gown by the pinchfuls, Rastri had wandered far enough that she could only guess that some branches took away some material. A voice though, caught her still and off guard. No one had came in when the sun fell in the distance.

Gathering her pace once the person passed silent, she tried to get closer to where she thought from where it was but found nothing. Soon again the voice came. Yearning for answers, hoping to be told, wishing to no longer be denied.

Standing exactly where she stayed, she spoke lightly, knowing that whoever the woman was, she was near and wondering. "Because to be part of the world is to be alone. From where do you come? Why are you here out of grace in this place of nothingness and death?" It was then, that she stepped out from behind the statue protecting her and looked to the woman.

She was very beautiful. Her hair dark, skin delicate, and eyes hopeless in a way. Rastri instantly felt the need to help her, it would have been cruel of her to walk away now and never see that she was cared for. "Might I ask you your name? Are you hurt? Do you need a place to stay," she asked.